New Walk 8 dances in!


New poems from David Wheatley, Fiona Moore, John Mole, Gregory Woods, Claudia Gary, Andrew Waterman, Peter Rawlings, James Davey, Jo Dixon, William Wootten, Becky Cullen, and more besides.

Articles on the poets of the 1930s by Neil Corcoran, and on regional anthologies by N. S. Thompson.

Dispatches from New Zealand and New York, images by Olena Lobunets and Emma Hellowell.

Reviews of books by Bill Manhire, Matthew Clegg, Anna Lewis, Rob A. Mackenzie, Andrew Bailey, Ailbhe Darcy, and the Poetry of Sex, by the likes of Tim Dooley, Henry King and Helen Tookey.

Gripping fiction from Damon King.

And, of course, much more. Get your copy right now! It’s quick to do. This one is likely to sell out.

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New Walk 7 arrives!

New Walk issue 7 is now available!

New poems by John Ashbery, Sujata Bhatt, Carole Satyamurti, Daljit Nagra, Eleanor Rees, John McAuliffe, Matthew Stewart, Alan Jenkins, Frances-Anne King, Richie McCaffery, Carrie Etter, Melissa Lee-Houghton, Andrew Pidoux, Nicholas Friedman, Carolyn Jess-Cooke, Andrew Taylor and many others.

Jordan Wise interviews Li-Young Lee.  Mark Ford on Hart Crane and Samuel Greenberg. Ian Parks on Chartist poetry.  Tony Roberts on Randall Jarrell. And Quincy R. Lehr lances a few boils.

There are also images by Sarah Kirby. Oh – and much more, of course.


This is a magazine you want to buy, isn’t it?



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NEW WALK issue 6 has now been born

NW6 mini cover (2)ISSUE 6 CONTAINS:

New poetry by Sasha Dugdale, Christopher Reid, Matthew Welton, Daryl Hine, Cally Conan-Davies, Maria Taylor, David Cameron and many others.

Tony Roberts has cocktails with Robert Lowell. Nikolai Duffy charts Rosmarie Waldrop’s journey across the Atlantic. Some of our finest poets tell us what they think of their readers (that’s you).

Images by Sarah Kirby, Zuli Stannard and others. Fiction from Jonathan Taylor. A host of incisive reviews.

And (guess what?) MUCH more!


POSTAGE FREE WORLDWIDE! Make yourself happy and buy it here:

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£19.95 for 18 months – On Sale

18 months of New Walk Magazine, to begin with:

Issue 5: Autumn/Winter 2012/13


New poetry by Sinead Morrissey, Sheenagh Pugh, David Briggs, R. S. Gwynn, Richard Robbins, Alison Brackenbury, Alan Jenkins, Matt Merritt and others.

Will Cordeiro considers the oeuvre of Mark Strand. Gregory Dowling tussles with Anthony Hecht’s ‘See Naples and Die’. Quincy R. Lehr gives us his fifth dressing down from New York.

Sophie Mayer, Jane Yeh and Kate Clanchy in conversation.

Images by Andrew Jackson, Sylvia Jackson, J. Robert Lennon and others.

And (guess what?) MUCH more!



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New Walk 4 (Summer 2012) AVAILABLE NOW!

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Issue 4, published May 2012, is now available! Go to and order yours now!

New poetry by Carol Rumens, Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch, Evan Jones, Sarah Jackson, Clive Watkins, Julith Jedamus, Quincy R. Lehr, Chris Preddle, C.P. Cavafy (trans. Ian Parks) and others.

Victoria Field remembers Peter Redgrove.

Gerry Cambridge on Robert Frost and Scotland.

David Cooke on Derek Mahon.

Fiction by Alessandra Lavagnino (trans. Adam Elgar).

Art by Jeffrey Blondes and others.

And MUCH more!

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Issue 3 of New Walk is now available, and we think it is the most fascinating – and most eclectic – issue to date! In this issue, we bring you:

An exclusive interview with Patrick McGuinness.

Annemarie Lawless on the recent poetry of Ciaran Carson.
Dawn Potter on Blake, ‘the terrible’.

New poetry by Medbh McGuckian, Tim Dooley, Andrew McNeillie, Rose Kelleher, Michael Hofmann, David Mason, Abegail Morley and many others.

A new play by Peter Oswald.

Fiction by J. Lewis-Katz and Jessica Peter.

A photo-essay, ‘Bondi to Beirut’, by Emma Hellowell.

Art by Mary Jolley and others.

A sizeable reviews section.

And MUCH more!

ORDERS and SUBSCRIPTIONS can be taken out at, and can be sent to you, or from you as a gift to someone else. Postage FREE worldwide!

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Nicholas Friedman on C.J. Allen’s ‘Snail Explains’, from New Walk 1 (autumn 2010)

Our brand new assistant editor, Nicholas Friedman, discusses a poem from the first issue of New Walk.

Snail Explains by C.J. Allen

Before the proofs of Fibonacci
was the snail that skates on foam,
inching its way through Life and Fate
like a Russian novel, setting

sail upon the wine-dark midnight
lawn. It tastes the air and creeps
along a leaf, it marches like
an army and will scale a wall

with nothing but its slimy grapples.
Snail the metaphorical
non plus ultra when it comes
to sluggish, the proverbial

exemplar: Leaving trails that sparkle
like the strung-out galaxies,
snail explains the stickiness
of time and hauls the helical

burden of its emptiness
as if it were a French horn struggled
on and off commuter trains.
Snail can navigate the blade’s edge

slickly as an acrobat
or yogi, yet it fears the starling,
salt, the sudden carelessness
of god-like footfalls in the dark.

In the old prose chestnut, ‘The Figure a Poem Makes’, Robert Frost asserts that, ‘Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting’. And indeed C.J. Allen’s ‘Snail Explains’ does just that, though the melting is more of a sliming—and the sliming slow and indefinite, like the mathematical and philosophical musings on which poem is built:

Before the proofs of Fibonacci
was the snail that skates on foam,
inching its way through Life and Fate
like a Russian novel…

At once a geometric masterpiece, a brother Karamazov, Odysseus, a lugger of French horns, et al, the snail is of course none of these things. Instead, it is that mostly blank slate upon which we impose meaning for the sake of providing order to our lives (by means of what Frost calls ‘a momentary stay against confusion’). In a sense, the poem suggests that its own meaning is contingent upon our willingness to provide it.

Poems are too often purported to be ars poetica, and yet I can’t read ‘Snail Explains’ without learning something about the poetic process. With a lame shell for a helmet, the poet rather pathetically sets out on the long slog across the ‘wine-dark midnight / lawn’ and leaves behind ‘trails that sparkle’—mere traces of extraordinary effort which last perhaps a moment longer than the poet himself, soon snatched up in a beak or shattered beneath a boot without remorse.

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